Gemotions

The TV blared, a meaningless cacophony filling the silence. I sat on the sofa, the remote limp in my hand, but I wasn't even watching it. He was in the bathroom, the door closed, and the muffled sound of a voice drifted out. It was always the same now.

My back ached from sitting still, from holding myself in. She was tired of the game, of the lies, but it seemed there was nothing else to do.

He emerged, his face carefully blank. He turned off the TV, and then without a word, he headed to bed. She stayed on the couch, wrapped in her misery.